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BY 

LULU EVARTS GILBERT 

MAY 9, 1921 

Oklahoma City. Oklahoma 



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ON THE LONE PRAIRIE 

One moonlight night, 

The stars and moon shone bright, 

There before mine eyes ; 

Two clouds went floating by. 

'Twas on one mid-summer night; 

'Twas on the lone prairie. 

When those cool Zephry breezes 

Passed through the pine trees, 

And lulls one to sleep. 

'Twas on the wild western prairie 

Beneath a large pine tree. 

There in my Navajo blankets 

'Twas then I fell into a deep sleep; 

While my camp fire bright 

I.it up the western plains. 

'Twas there I dreamed of killing 

Wild game and roasting them 

O'er my camp fire bright. 

There I dreamed of my two big dogs, 

Grover and Coala, which were 

My two boon companions. 

They slept by my side and kept away 

Wolves, panthers, lions and leopards. 

That might spring on me any moment 

And devour me — a faithful 

Friend were my two dogs. 

For Grover and Coala would kill wild game 

And fetch them and lay them at my feet. 

Then when the wolves began to howl 

They would keep watch o'er me through 

the night, 
For to see that nothing harmed me. 
By daylight I was astrike of my pony 
Going through the wild woods of thick 

forest. 
Once a limb on a pine tree 
Brushed ofif my hat; never 
Once did I 'stop to pick it up. 
Grover, my favorite dog, did. 
He brought my hat to me. 
There were Navajo Indians 
Riding their mustang ponies. 
They assisted me on my wild western trip. 
With my bow and arrows 
I was fairly good. 
When I aimed at any wild beast. 
Behind me my faithful old dogs followed. 
At any any moment I expected to be 



Devoured by wild animals. 

Now and then large lions, leopards, wolves 

and panthers. 
Now and then would leap from the thickets 
And light upon my pony's back. 
With my faithful Indian friends, 
And faithful old dogs, 
And my bow and arrows, 
I left my victims dead and 
Bleeding on the lone prairie. 
My Indian friends wondered in amazement 
At my wonderful marksmanship; 
For I could shoot a hat off any man's head 
A hundred feet away — 
For 'twas only a dream. 



WILL I GO TO HEAVEN WHEN I DIE 
(Parody) 

If I'm a good little girl 
To Heaven they say I'll go someday, 
They tell me that I'll meet my mother there 
In that happy land far away. 

Chorus 
Up in Heaven so far away, 
Where those golden gates stand ajar, 
Do you think I'll meet my mother there? 
In that happy land far away. 

When my evening prayers are said, 

The same old story they tell, 

That mother dear has gone to dwell 

Up in Heaven with those angels far away. 

There's where I long to be some day, 
I want to meet my mother and those angels 
When those golden stairs I've climbed. 
Do you think my mother I'll meet there? 



CONUNDRUMS 

Hark, hark, the dogs do bark. 
The cats cry mew, mew, 
Tobacco men will chew, 
But what about the cow 
That gave a kick and spilt all the milk 
Then she switched her tail 
Then she began to moo. 
But she wasn't the cow 
That jumped over the moon. 
Because she didn't know how. 
—2— 



BE A BETTER MAN 

Comrades, come listen to my sad story, 
Perhaps 'twill fill your heart with glory, 
As round the camp fire we gather, 
For tonight my dear comrades. 

I'm thinking of home and mother. 
Father, sisters and brothers dear. 
Perhaps I was a wayward boy 
For in bad company I fell one day. 

Comrades, don't you know that's grief to me 
For I broke my dear old mother's heart. 
Oftimes I've seen her, boys, 
Raise her sad face and cry. 

Then she smiled and said 

When she clasped her hands in prayer — 

Joe, you are my wayward boy, 

Still you are your mother's pride and joy. 

I hope some day you'll change your ways 
And be a better man some day. 
Then, comrades, listen to my sad story 
When temptations around you gather. 

When far away from home and friends 
Just stop and consider what your dear 
Old mother said — change your ways, 
Be a better man some day. 



MADAM BLAIZE 

Madam Blaize she 

Hates to tell her age. 

She flies into a rage 

When told she ought to be 

A bird in a gilded cage. 

Then read every page 

Should you become wise 

About Madam Blaize. 

Then upon her face 

You can proudly gaze. 

Should you not wish to see her rage 

Please don't guess her age. 

Madam Blaize is tall and fat. 

And she wears feathers in her hat, 

Such fun to see her laugh and chat. 

For beauty she is the rage. 

But the wise old sage says 

Madam Blaize ought to be 

A bird in a gilded cage. 

—3— 



THE FACE AT THE WINDOW 

As I sit in my low armchair, 

Watching the rain drops, 

As they tatoo against my window pane; 

There in my child-like glee 

A.nd in my fancy I fancy I can see 

My angel mother's face 

Those angels bore away. 

Her sweet face hovers sear. 

Her sweet voice I seem to hear 

As she whispers in my ear, 

May God in his wisdom 

Protect my darling child. 

Was my mother's prayer. 

Then may her sweet spirit hover near 

F'or I love my angel mother 

Those angels bore away. 



MERCEDESE 

Little Mercedese, 

And with good cheer 

Has no fear to tease 

Poor old Grandpa. 

When she says wont you please 

Have one cup of tea 

On Grandpa's knee 

Little Mercedese sits 

And catches flies and tells 

Grandpa a story until three 

After Grandpa sips his cup of tea 

Then Grandpa falls to sleep 

Then little Mercedese takes one big peep 

While Grandpa sleeps 

Little Mercedese too falls to sleep, 

Then she dreams she's little Boo Peep 

Herding her sheep. 



THE DAME RIDING ASTRIDE A BROOM 

The roses have thorns, 

The ladies have corns, 

But show me a cow without horns; 

Then up in a balloon I'll take my flight, 

For to see a fat man ride in a balloon, 

Then swift to mother earth I'll return. 

For to see an old dame 

Riding astride of a broom 

With a black cat sliding on her back. 

Oh! my, I wish it was soon 

For to see a fat man ride in a balloon. 



THE LITTLE TOOTSY WOOTSY 

I want a little tootsy wootsy, 
One that has big blue eyes that peep, 
For there's no home that's complete 
Without a little tootsy wootsy. 

Chorus 
I do not want a big doll baby, 
I want a real tootsy wootsy. 
One wit'h big blue eyes that peep, 
One that I can rock to sleep. 

I want a little tootsy wootsy. 
One that says. Mammy, rock me to sleep, 
One with big blue eyes that peep, 
One with golden curls that I can rock to 
sleep. 



LOVE MAKING 

Someone is thinking of me tonight, 
When dreams come true 'twill be; love 

making 
In the moonlight tonight, 
When the moon shines brig'ht. 

In the starlight, in the moonlight, 

I'm thinking of someone tonight. 

For it brings memories of you, sweetheart, 

Memories that ne'er can be forgot. 

Down the shady lane arm and arm together 
We'll go strolling, you and I, sweetheart. 
For sweetheart 'twill be love making 
When the moon shines bright. 

Tonight when the moon shines bright 
And should lovers dreams come true. 
Meet me tonight sweetheart for 'twill be 
Love making when the moon shines bright. 

X 

THE SHADOW OF DEATH 
In the shadow of death 
Let Jesus guide our foot steps 
Unto the way of rig'hteousness and peace; 
That when we see the bright face of Jesus 
His face will be brightened unto us like 

the sun, 
His loving voice we'll all love to hear; 
Then, beloved Saviour, guide us all 
To that Heavenly home of rest 
And peace, Jesus, lover of my soul. 
-5— 



THE INDIAN MAIDEN 

There sits an Indian maiden 

Whose heart has been saddened 

By a warrior brave and bold; 

But he went away one day. 

There by her wigwam 

She keeps the camp fires bright 

While she listens to the songs of the 

whipporwill. 
In the forest so lonely and still, 
In the wild lonely forest, where 
The pine trees groan so tall 
There sits an Indian maiden 
Around her camp fire bright. 
There this Indian maiden sits and sings 
Each and every night listening 
To the whipporwill's songs 
In the wild forest so lonely and still. 



WINTER TIME 

Through winter's long and weary, hours 
Oftimes I've prayed for summer's golden 

holidays 
Where I can muse myself 
With those little folks. 
For 'they enjoy my anecdotes. 
Though over much gossip 
I care not much about. 
Only when it contains good news 
Pertaining to my friends and foes, 
For wagging tongues and evil doers 
Have set this world in woe. 



EDGAR ALLEN POE 

Edgar Allen Poe 

Was a poet, by Joe, 

'Tis said, Ah ! is it true 

That Edgar Allen Poe 

Couldn't handle a boe, 

So Poe layed aside his hoe 

And his fiddle and his bow 

For to write prose 

About a beautiful rose, 

And his once cherished and loved Lenore. 

Then poor Poe wept until 

His eyes and nose were red, 

Then Poe 'tis said went to bed; 

Soon Poe began to snore, 

Then Poe dreamed of his lost Lenore. 



TWO ROSY CHEEKS 

There's two rosy cheeks, 

A dimple in each ; 

Two violet blue eyes, 

That looks at you in surprise. 

'Tis a beautiful little girl 

With ringlets of golden curls, 

And when she on me smiles, 

Her teeth are like pearls. 

Her two little chubby hands 

Around my neck do entwine. 

And with those ringlets of curls, 

Ah ! I wish she were mine. 

Violets blue in each bright eye," 

'Tis a beautiful little girl, 

With ringlets of golden curls; 

And when she at me smiles. 

Ah! I wish she were mine; 

That beautiful little girl 

With those ringlets of curls. 

YANKEE DOODLE BOYS 

When we go to town 
We can wear a frown. 
For we can dance and we 
Can sing Yankee Doodle boys. 

Keep the ball a rolling, 

Keep the music going, 

We've licked the Kaiser Bill, 

Now, let's sing Yankee Doodle Dandy. 

While Huckleberry Tim 
He is rather tall and slim. 
Can sit up in a cherry tree 
And sing Yankee Doodle Boys. 

When the soldiers come to town 
Dressed in their uniforms of brown 
We can dance and we can sing — 
Johnny Get Your Gun, Yankee Doodle Boys 
run. 



A VERSE 

Go to the store'house, 
Then look on the shelf, 
With toys piled high, 
Then think to yourself — 
There's not one toy for 
The moneyless child. 

—7— 



DOWN SOUTH IN DIXIE LAND 

(Parody) 
Tonight I'm speeding on a train 
That will carry me back again 
To a dear old Southern home 
Way down in Dixie land. 

Chorus 
Way down South in Dixie Land 
There's where I long to be tonight; 
Then let me live and die in Dixie Land 
Where the sun forever shines bright. 

For in my fancy I can see my gray-haired 

Mother standing at the gate; 

I know she'll watch and pray 

For her darling boy that went away. 

I know her heart will beat with joy 

When she sees her soldier boy 

Come marching home once more 

For to greet those loved ones once again. 



THE EARLY TRAINING 

Children need the early training 

From the cradle to the grave; 

For thej^ are like a tender flower, 

For they need a mother's tender love and 

care 
To teach them right from wrong. 
That's one of man's greatest 
Aspirations and aims in life — 
The lessons his mother taught him. 
From the cradle up — for the mother's hand 
that rocks our cradles 
Shall be the hands 
That shall rule the world. 



THE KEY OF DESTINY 

Let's build up those bright Promeathen fires 
For some reason now we know not why 
By turns we catch that vital breath and 

we die. 
Then why not play our parts 
When the wheels of fate or fortune turns; 
But now we know not the reason why; 
By turns we catch that vital breath and we 

die, let's hope for 
Immortality for where we are bound 
God knows, for I don't. Do you? 
-8- 



THE LITTLE CABIN HOME 

All around our cabin home 
Those cypress vines am climbing 
The mocking birds am sweetly singing 
While we watch the little chil'en. 

Chorus 
Play around our cabin home • 
Old missy and me is getting old 
Our wool has turned to silver gray 
Wont for us the little chil'en weep some 
day. 

When Ole Missy and me sleeps side by side 
There in the little church yard yonder, 
The mocking birds o'er our graves will 

sweetly sing, 
Then Heaven's bells will ring. 

Heaven's bells gaily will ring 

When we go to Heaven, Ole Missy and me. 

Then Ole Missy and me can fly with golden 

wings 
While the angels we can hear sweetly sing. 



THE DUTCHMAN 

The Dutchman can sing, 

The .Dutchman can dance; 

The Dutchman can't dance 

The Highland fling, nor the heel and toe 

polka ; 
Nor can he dance the pigeon wing; 
Nor swing the girls right and left — 
For the Dutchman wasn't built that way. 



Ah, I feel a little frisky. 
Ah, I wished I had a glass of whiskey, 
For to drive away the blues. 
Since we've got prohibition, 
Sorry to say I cannot pay my dues, 
I've got the flu and I've got the blues. 
I don't know what to do. Do you? 
I try to drive away the blues, 
I stay at home in old rags 
And wear old leather shoes 
Tied with little bits of strings; 
Then I sit proped up against the wall — 
Am sorry to say that isn't all 
For I have strange communions with 
The bugs that crawl upon the wall. 
—9— 



LUCY AND THE ANGELS 

'Twas one mid-summer day 

Amid those flowers at play, 

Whom should I meet, dressed in her best, 

'Twas Lucy Gray, so they say, 

Dressed in her little pink dress. 

And with long flowing curls 

Anci laughing big blue eyes 

Lucy greeted me with a smile. 

A child so young and yet so fair 

With one mass of golden hair. 

One day as Lucy sat upon my knee 

The tears down my cheeks freely flowed 

For one of earth's fairest flowers. 

For one day those angels came 

And bore sweet Lucy away. 

Night by night, day by day, 

I think of sweet Lucy Gray. 



THE RED HEADED FAMILY 

My. Sis wore her dresses too short. 

Sis used to wear them just below her knees. 

When I'd say, Sis, aren't 

Your skirts rather short? 

Then she'd begin to snort. 

Sis she married a baker. 

The baker had red hair; 

They had two twin babies. 

Their hair was red too. 

Should you laugh at them 

Sis she'd grab up a chair 

And knock you down; 

Then she'd pull you up by the hair of your 

head 
For all the family had red hair. 
The other day Sis wrote me a little 
The letter said that I read 
She wished her hair wasn't red. 
The letter I read further said 
She was sorry her two kids had hair so red. 
The baker he took sick and died; 
Then Sis she wrote me that — 
She had, married an undertaker. 
For Sis said she was glad 
For to have some one to take her. 
The letter further said that I read 
Sis, thank God his hair wasn't red. 
—10- 



LOVELY MARY 

CWer yonder in the little church yard 
Our lovely Mary sleeps ; 
There's a beautiful rose so sweet 
That blooms at her head and feet 
So every passerby may see 
Where our lovely Mary sleeps. 
Amid a soft green bed 
There the lovely lilacs 
Toss their lovely heads, 
And with a granite stone 
Placed at her head and feet 
There in loving remembrance 
Carved on a marble stone, 
Sleeps our lovely Mary 
Mary sleeps, Mary sleeps, 
While God in his wisdom 
Her soul will safely keep. 
Though I must live and weep. 
Though I pray to God 
Mary's soul to safely keep. 
There in a valley so green 
The loveliest spot ever seen 
There the highland Mary sleeps 
Beneath a soft bed so green. 
There the lovely violets toss their lovely 
heads. 



DON'T FORGET THE KISS I GAVE 
THEE 

The beautiful roses are blooming 
Among their lovely companions; 
When far away dear wont you think of me 
While the beautiful roses are blooming? 
In the fragrant springtime dear think of me, 
Take those roses I bestow upon thee. 
Place them dear upon thy breast, 
Don't forget the kiss I gave thee last. 
Then I beseech of you dear when far away 
That when you return home some sweet 

day 
That you'll wear roses on thy breast. 
But don't forget the kiss I gave thee last. 
The sweet springtime is night some sweet 

sweet idSay 
ril think of you dear though miles away, 
When you return dear on me kindly smile 
Then the mocking birds will sweetly sing 

for you and me. 

—11— 



LOVES SWEETEST STORY 

The old story goes, 
Once she told me that 
She loved me is it so 
But now her answer is no. 

For now she loves another 

Who is just a little better, 

That's what she says to me, 

But her I love, if she don't love me. 

Love they say is like a rose 
With all fragrance it comes and goes 
That's the way of love, your heart is broken 
And ebbs away like the waves. 

Far better to be dashed under the waves 
And never see the face you love 
When she tells you she loves 
Someone just a little better. 



DOWN BY THE OLD GARDEN GATE 

Down by the old garden gate 
Where the roses are blooming, 
Blooming for you and for me. 
Meet me there tonight love. 

Chorus 
For there's where I'm going to wait, 
Where the red and white roses are bloom- 
ing, 
Blooming for you, and blooming for me, 
Down by the old garden gate. 

And when the silver moon shines bright 
Then back to the old garden gate 
We can go a strolling arm and arm to- 
gether, 
There's where I long to wait tonight. 



A PRAYER 

Oh! ye Gods of immortal love, 
Why do you hide your face from us all? 
But still we have faith one and all. 
Oh ! ye Gods of immortal love, 
To dwell with Thee and see Thy face, 
That it may enlighten the human race, 
To give us faith and by your grace 
To believe in ye Gods of immortal love. 
—12— 



SWEET MUSIC 

Oh ! I love it, sweet music, 
Sweet music is ever where I go; 
Sometimes I tumble into a fit 
For sweet music, I love it so. 

There's sweet music no matter where I go, 

Sweet music drives away sadness 

And brings you back gladness 

No matter whether it be sunshine or rain. 

Sweet music I love it, I love it, 

No matter where I go; 

For it soothes my poor weary brain ; 

Sweet music, sweet music, I love it so, I 

love it so. 
Oh! I love it sweet music, no matter where 

I go. 



YOU TOLD ME THAT YOU LOVED ME 

Once you told me 

That you loved me, 

Dov/n by the old garden gate. 

But now it's too late. 

Chorus 
For you've broken my heart. 
Just for another let us part, 
Remember, you were false to me 
For 'twas you that told me. 

That you loved me 

But still love my love 

For thee I cherished will never die 

Until death we do part. 



THE SILVER MOON 

As I lay upon my pillow last night 
Gazing through my window pane 
Mid those stars that shone so bright 
There the silver moon rolled on. 

Soon I'll be in dream land 

Where the silver moon rolls on. 

There in the land of sweet dreams 

The silver moon will roll on. ; 

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Though the silver moon rolls on, 

Though today the sun does shine bright. 

Soon I'll be in the land of sweet dreams 

When the silver moon rolls on. 

—13— 



WHEN THE AUTUMN LEAVES BEGIN 
TO FALL 

When the days are dark and dreary, 
And the autumn leaves begin to fall, 
Sometime will you think of me deary, 
Though two hearts be many miles apart. 

Mine heart will know no sadness 
Sometimes if you'll only think of me, 
For there's two hearts that will have to 

part ; 
Remember, there'll be joy and gladness 
For something tells me you love me, dearie. 

For I see love sparkling in your eyes, 
Some day if you'll only come back to me 
Mine heart will not feel sad and dreary 
Sometimes if you'll only think of me. 



THOSE BABY EYES OF BLUE 

Come to my arms, sweetheart, 
When I peer into your eyes so blue 
Something tells me you'll be true, 
Let me then embrace you to my heart. 

For sweethearts we'll be and never part 
When I meet my baby eyes of blue. 
The day I think I'll never rue 
When I marry the girl I love. 

With those baby eyes so blue 
The girl I love I know she'll be true. 
Then baby mine let me clasp you in my 

arms 
For they say 'tis no harm. 



A PRAYER 

Oh Lord teach us to watch and pray 
That we may give thanks unto thee, 
That our prayers you'll hear each and 

every day ; 
Oh Lord be merciful unto us. 
Give us strength that by your grace 
Oh Lord, thee we will praise; 
For your mercy is great above the Heaven. 
Great God, our Saviour, and Redeemer, 
Let us give thanks unto thee, oh Lord, 
The great Jove, the giver of immortality; 
For by his grace and mercy 
We shall live on forever, 
Great God, our Jove and Redeemer. 
—14— 



FRITSIE, MY LITTLE DOG 

Once I had a little dog, 

I loved that little dog 

Just because that little dog loved me. 

My little dog had but one eye, so had I. 

Chorus 
My little dog loved me, 
And I couldn't help but love him; 
For every where I went my little dog went 

too. 
When I go to the butcher shop. 

Little Fritsie goes on a hop, 

For Fritsie has but one foot, so have L 

That little dog loves me. 

And I love that little dog. 

My little dog's name is Fritsie. 
Fritsie gets his three meals a day, 
Just because Fritsie loves me — 
And just because I love Fritsie. 

A better dog you never saw. 
For Fritsie was born in Arkansaw, 
Where you can sleep with perfect delight 
For they say the bull frogs croak all night. 



WHERE BLOOMS THE HONEYSUCKLE 
VINE 

Permit me to sit beneath 

The dear old honeysuckle vine 

In the good old summer time 

Where I can hear the humming birds a 

humming. 
While the bees are making honey. 
The birds am sweetly singing 
All around my cabin door. 
The little chil'en 'say I's getting ole and 

feeble, 
I feel I know my days are few 
While I watch the little chil'en play 
All around my cabin door. 
'Tis in the good old summer time 
Where blooms the honeysuckle vine. 
Hark! me thinks I seed the angels coming 
While the birds am sweetly singing. 
There I see the little chil'en playing 
All around my cabin door 
In the good old summer time 
Where blooms the honeysuckle vine. 
—15— 



SPRINGTIME 

'Tis springtime. 

With wild birds singing 

Wont the wild woods ring 

With sweet notes of the wild birds 

As. they fly up on thy wing 

When its springtime? 

The flowers they bloom 

In the sunny South, 

'Tis a land of sunshine and flowers; 

Then to the sunny South come 

Where the silver moon beams 

For 'tis a fand of sweet dreams 

When its springtime in the sunny South. 



LOVE'S PRAYER 

Let's give a helping hand 
That we may love one another, 
That we may live by faith and love, 
Where faith, hope and charity dwell, 
For we are here just a little while 
Then we are gone forever. 
Then let's love one another. 
Then let us wear a smile each and every day 
Speak kind words, not evil, 
All the days of your life. 
Let us ever watch and pray 
Every hour, each and every day, 
Let us once more around 
The family circle gather 
For we are here a little while 
Then into Eternity we go forever. 

MOTHER, PRAY FOR ME, DO NOT 
WEEP 

Dear mother, I'm going to leave you now 
As o'er my dying bed your loving watch 

keep. 
Dearest mother, pray for me, do not weep. 
Mother, soon I'll be an angel walking those 

golden streets. 

Dearest mother, soon I'll say good-bye 

forever 
For I see those angels, mother, coming. 
Heaven's bells are ringing, they are sweetly 

singing. 
Dearest mother, soon I'll say good-bye 

forever. 

-16- 



Dearest mother, wont I look sweet 
In that little muslin dress you made so neat 
And with those roses on my breast 
When I have gone to my eternal rest. 

When mine eyes are closed forever 
Dearest mother, pray for me, do not weep. 
All my little play things, mother, keep - 
As o'er my bed your loving watch keep. 



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